Grar...I hate school...
So, apparently, while I'm in class doing nothing, a call goes out for my station, and my engine was the first ERV on scene.
This guy had skided his car on the ice and crashed into a ditch out in the boonies.
Now, when the engine got there, from what I understand in talking to my rather excitable engine lieutenant on the phone, the guy was some sort of drug dealer, and his drunk had gotten tossed open. First thing my crew had noticed was that there were 'white and green plastic bricks' in the trunk, stacked 'on top of piles of phloxing money'.
Lol, so everytime the wind gusted, money would flutter out. 100 dollar bills to be exact.
So, he gets scared, and he's offering free coke, pot, or money to the engine crew if they don't call the cops.
Unfortunately, they had too....
Guy went to jail, and the car was impounded.
But....they failed to mention the flying money....
So after the call was done, and on the way back to the station, they saw some bills flying around in a field and pulled over to go chasing them.
Total count?
They got 350 dollars between the five of them.
LOL

Lol.
Well, when we go interior, we're supposed to 'be on the lookout for protectable items', and try to save them if we can.
So my instructor last semester was telling us about how him and his partner went on a hose line into a burning apartment once. While they were in the living room, this chandelier fell down, and on the inside of it was big pressed stacks of 100 dollar bills. They didn't know what to do at the time, and since the fire was sort of priority, they threw a tarp over it.
When the fire was done and they were doing overhaul, another one of the guys comes out carrying this tarp covered chandelier. The owner of the place sees it, goes ghost white, and takes off running fast as he can.
Took them a bit to remember what it was, and by the time the cop on the scene flipped off the tarp and saw the cash, the guy was long gone.

So the combination is 1-2-3-4-5. That's the stupidest combination I've ever heard in my life! That's the kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage!- Dark Helmet; "Live free or die. Death is not the worst of evils." - Gen. John Stark; "Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it." -Robert Frost; "It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." - Samuel Adams, Brewer/PatriotFORUM RULES

*A 6'2" muscular man walks into the bar, he is in civilian clothes. He walks up to the bar*

I'll have a whiskey please.

*A gleaming Cylon opens the door to the bar, holding it open for his mistress to enter. She walks past him stroking his face as she goes by. She notices a few heads turn and she eyes her Cylon who stands at the ready. She opens her trench coat and reveals her lovely blue two piece uniform, bare mid-drift, mini skirt, high heel boots. The Cylon helps her with the jacket she strides to the bar. As she sidles up to the edge of the bar, the heel of her boot catches on a hole in the floor...it snaps off as she falls into the arms of a bearded Malcolm.*

Ack! Hello there handsome! I seem to have broken my shoe.

*She bends over to pick up the broken heel, exposing her thigh and the knife she has strapped beneath her skirt.*

I'll have a whiskey, neat and give me an ale chaser.

*She eyes TL on the other side of the bar and hobbles to her.*

Hey TL. It is awfully hot in here. And this top is killing me.

*adjusts her sizeable breasts inside the skin tight top.*

Hope you don't mind if I brought a Cylon. He is a pretty good dancer. How is my hair? I think one of these bobbie pins in penetrating my brain.

Do you have any glue? Maybe I'll just replicate another boot?

*Hails the Cylon to do her bidding.*

Fix this for me will you, honey? You know...you need a name. How about Ivan? Yes...Ivan it is!

*Leans with her back against the bar, elbows on the bar, one foot up on the rail of the stool, drink in hand, stirrer in her mouth*

So the combination is 1-2-3-4-5. That's the stupidest combination I've ever heard in my life! That's the kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage!- Dark Helmet; "Live free or die. Death is not the worst of evils." - Gen. John Stark; "Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it." -Robert Frost; "It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." - Samuel Adams, Brewer/PatriotFORUM RULES

So the combination is 1-2-3-4-5. That's the stupidest combination I've ever heard in my life! That's the kind of thing an idiot would have on his luggage!- Dark Helmet; "Live free or die. Death is not the worst of evils." - Gen. John Stark; "Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it." -Robert Frost; "It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds." - Samuel Adams, Brewer/PatriotFORUM RULES